There were old pictures,
In a box with my effects,
From a time just before,
Society made me pay my debts.

I was gone for years,
Haunted by dreams of your lips,
And the memory of,
These felonious hands upon your hips.

Oh I never thought that,
The ***** pictures you sent,
Could bring back a heart,
So broken and bent.

Flaming hair from a bottle,
Your soul from the same,
But in the end can I really,
Be the only one to blame?

I don't know if I lost you,
Or if I loved you before,
But my heart beats in wonder,
If your heart still needs more.